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It’s funny how seeing things can be a visual trigger for suddenly remembering a dream you had otherwise forgotten. I had already remembered the one this morning with crows and the night sky and Michael (I said get out of my head AUGH), but until I scrolled past this on my dash I did not remember that earlier this morning I had a very bizarre dream about Gamzee.
Firstly it was bizarre because I do not read Homestuck and basically everything I know comes from what the few Homestuck types I follow post (not much) and that one time I got sucked into http://mspaintadventures.wikia.com/ for a few hours off one simple question of "what the hell are quadrants anyway" because it is a wiki and wikis are like that. So just the fact that he featured at all was pretty weird, but whatever.
Secondly it was bizarre because it was the type of dream I occasionally have where XYZ fictional character gets all affectionate and tender with me. Rarely are there actual sexytiems although there have been some occasions where goings-on were sufficiently intense that I would suddenly wake up feeling quite physically aroused. I don’t quite remember if this was one of those instances, whether the moaning noises were only in the dream or whether sound was actually coming out of my mouth (my husband tells me I sometimes make whimpering noises in my sleep when I am having one of these dreams). But whatthefuck brain. Gamzee. WHY GAMZEE.
He was an extremely good kisser and his touches were out of this world. Clothes on, I might add. Intense, engaged eye-gazing, not soppy googly eyes, but, like, heat. and light. or more like dark. dark light. I wrote that phrase in a fanfic once trying to get across some kind of image of blackpurpleradiantflamedark and my beta was like "wat, oxymoron, delete" and I refused to take her advice. So, if you understand the image, that.
The points of his horns were sharp, very sharp. Pinprick sharp. Filed hardened steel sharp. The slightest touch and you will bleed sharp. And I did, so I did. A drop running down my finger. (Red, of course.) He smiled, if you can call it that, or at least I felt it more than I saw it, something about a shifting of body, because I think he was standing behind me holding me at that point and I was reaching up backwards - he was significantly taller than me (5'4") - and pricked my finger (on purpose? by accident? just wondering what would happen? not sure).
whiskey tango foxtrot this dream i cannot even. i mean. GAMZEE. wha. O.o
Firstly it was bizarre because I do not read Homestuck and basically everything I know comes from what the few Homestuck types I follow post (not much) and that one time I got sucked into http://mspaintadventures.wikia.com/ for a few hours off one simple question of "what the hell are quadrants anyway" because it is a wiki and wikis are like that. So just the fact that he featured at all was pretty weird, but whatever.
Secondly it was bizarre because it was the type of dream I occasionally have where XYZ fictional character gets all affectionate and tender with me. Rarely are there actual sexytiems although there have been some occasions where goings-on were sufficiently intense that I would suddenly wake up feeling quite physically aroused. I don’t quite remember if this was one of those instances, whether the moaning noises were only in the dream or whether sound was actually coming out of my mouth (my husband tells me I sometimes make whimpering noises in my sleep when I am having one of these dreams). But whatthefuck brain. Gamzee. WHY GAMZEE.
He was an extremely good kisser and his touches were out of this world. Clothes on, I might add. Intense, engaged eye-gazing, not soppy googly eyes, but, like, heat. and light. or more like dark. dark light. I wrote that phrase in a fanfic once trying to get across some kind of image of blackpurpleradiantflamedark and my beta was like "wat, oxymoron, delete" and I refused to take her advice. So, if you understand the image, that.
The points of his horns were sharp, very sharp. Pinprick sharp. Filed hardened steel sharp. The slightest touch and you will bleed sharp. And I did, so I did. A drop running down my finger. (Red, of course.) He smiled, if you can call it that, or at least I felt it more than I saw it, something about a shifting of body, because I think he was standing behind me holding me at that point and I was reaching up backwards - he was significantly taller than me (5'4") - and pricked my finger (on purpose? by accident? just wondering what would happen? not sure).
whiskey tango foxtrot this dream i cannot even. i mean. GAMZEE. wha. O.o